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RECREA TION. 



I then tried her with Vandevort's 

 Don. I had shot with the Vandevorts 

 in Minnesota, and had seen the old dog 

 work, and I want to tell you that he was 

 one of the greatest dogs that has ever 

 been in this country. He was a son of 

 the famous Bang. Vandevort picked 

 him up, by chance in London, and he 

 never did a better dav's work in all his 



AMINE, DAM OF OSSIAN. 



life. Whenever you come across that 

 old Vandevort's Don blood, to this day, 

 you may count on its being good. 



Don was no beauty, but great Caesar, 

 how he could hunt. 



About this same time Snap Shot, one 

 of the gamiest dogs to look at you ever 

 saw, was famous on the bench, but 

 somebody told me he was gunshy. I 

 do not know whether that was true, but 

 I do know that Louis Wright, of New 

 York, had a little beauty of a pointer 

 dog named Bob, that was shown year 

 after year, and won prize after prize at 

 the Westminster show, and that if any 

 body exploded a cap in hearing of Bob 

 he would almost go into convulsions. 

 Such were the bench show winners in 

 the early days. I don't know how it is 

 now. 



From the Vandevort's Don ex-Beulah 

 litter I secured the famous Richmond 

 and Amine and Zobeide, the latter two 

 of the best dogs that ever were hunted. 

 Amine was perfect in form. I after- 

 ward bred her to Croxteth and secured 

 the peerless Ossian. Observe that I bred 

 to Croxteth because he was a grand- 

 son of old Bang. I believed in the 

 Bang blood. I took him in preference 

 to Sensation, or Faust, or PJow. He 

 was a better dog than any of them. If 

 old Crox had lived in the country and 



been allowed the freedom of the house, 

 he would have been a glorious com- 

 panion ; but he had the fatal gift of 

 beauty and was a regular kennel dog. 

 Confinement made him a sour tempered 

 old rascal, and he once came near bit- 

 ing me when, as judge, I was tying the 

 blue ribbon on him, over Faust. 



I next bred Beulah to Tom, and from 

 that litter I secured the since famous 

 Tom Pinch who went to California, and 

 Young Beulah, who became my best 

 pointer. 



Then Meteor was imported. As he 

 beat Beulah's son Beaufort, I sent 

 Beulah all the way to Dallas, Texas, 

 and secured a litter by him, one of 

 which, Dolon, was a phenomenal dog. 

 I sold him at a high price. He was 

 stolen from his owner in a week and so 

 we lost all trace of him. 



Meteor was of the Garnet-Jilt stock; 

 that was why I wanted him. I had 

 nothing to breed from on that line but 

 Nebula. She was hipped while a pup- 

 py and so was not much as a fielder ; 

 but I secured a fine puppy from her 

 named Pomps. She was the result of 

 the next cross I tried. 



I think it was about 1882 or 1883, at 

 the New York show, that Fritz, a grand- 

 son of Old Beulah, and son of Beaufort, 

 won over Graphic and Robert le Diable, 

 the son of Croxteth. I was present. 



TJEUNKETT S BANG. 



They were three handsome dogs. I 

 thought then, and still think, that the 

 decision was rank. Robert was the 

 handsomest, Graphic second, and Fritz 

 third, as I placed them. 



Well, I had the Fritz blood, so I de- 

 termined to have a son of Robert and 

 one of Graphic, and cross them on the 



